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[thewidewideworld]

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Sinric doesn't look back, knowing Eric will follow him. He walks briskly down a mountain path. He makes his way into a small grove, protected and private.

He lets his heavy coat fall, draping it over a rock. The snow is shallow but even and smooth. He sings a warm, flowing tune. He dances, starting slow and growing. His light footsteps mark the snow in artful spirals, his hair flowing down his back, silver under the moonlight.

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[onceaviking]

Eric folds his arms across his chest and leans back against a tree as he watches Sinric move about.
Watches the way his rolling blood paints his skin in warm hues.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric dances unselfconsciously, at peace and happy in his body. it hasn't always been so but he has come to terms with his scars.

[onceaviking]

And really, if Eric should pick a thing he finds attractive, it's just that.

People knowing who they are. Enjoying who they are.


As long as they remember who is boss.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric is his own man. AS a free man. He has no boss, but he's willing to play at letting Eric think he can be the boss.

He swings around grinning at Eric and gesturing him to come join the dance.

[onceaviking]

Eric shakes his head.
"I told you. I don't dance. And where would you be without an audience?"

[thewidewideworld]

"And where would the dance be without a climax." Sinric grins, stalking towards Eric. "You want me. Come take me."

[onceaviking]

Now that's the kind of dance Eric can be bothered with.

He is in front of Sinric in a flash, fangs down

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric gives a warm gasp of surprise at how fast Eric is just there. It shouldn't shock him but it does. And excites him.

[onceaviking]

He leans in, huge and cold, eyes half closed. Breathing in the scent of warm skin and warmer blood.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric smiles up at him, his eyes dancing with joy and playfulness.

[onceaviking]

Far too many people here are far too happy around him.

But he is going to let it slide.

He leans in and runs his lips along the side of Sinric's neck.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric shivers, giving a soft gasp as he reaches down to stroke Eric through his tight, tight jeans.

[onceaviking]

He gets a small purr in reply.
Pleased.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric purrs as well, higher and warmer. He slips his hand up the Eric's waistband, flicking open his fly with deft fingers.

[onceaviking]

Eric licks at his neck.
His tongue is cold.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric gasps. His skin might be chilled but it's not as cold as Eric's tongue.

Or his cock as Sinric strokes it slowly.

[onceaviking]

Eric is firm and cold and smooth.

He drops fang and runs the tips down the path his tongue painted. Slowly

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moans as Eric's fangs track thin scratches over his delicate skin, leaving oozing scratches.

He reaches lower to cup Eric's balls, fondling them slowly.

[onceaviking]

Eric pulls his lips back and bites down.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric is such a fragile thing, small and delicate, his heart racing.

As the same time as he strokes Emcee deftly.

[onceaviking]

He likes that.
Fragile humanity and insatiable life.

And so he drinks that life, closing his eyes.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric whimpers, shivering softly. He arches his neck, pressing up on his toes to take the end of Eric's manhood between his thighs.

[onceaviking]

"Such an eager, little thing, " Eric murmurs welly, his lips sticky against Sinric's skin.

[thewidewideworld]

"It's not only the serpent's bite I was courting." Sinric whispers hotly.

[onceaviking]

"Really now?"

It sounds like he is smiling.

[thewidewideworld]

"There's more of you to desire than just your fangs." Sinric purrs, pressing his soft, warm breasts against Eric's chest.

[onceaviking]

"There is. And I might just be pursuaded to give it to you. "

A growly purr.

[thewidewideworld]

"Would you have me beg, Master Serpent?" Sinric asks playfully, aware of the thin line of blood seeping down between his breasts. "Or would you have me run from you?"

[onceaviking]

"I like the chase but you're not afraid enough to make it fun," Eric says.

And then he leans in.
"Begging though ..."

[thewidewideworld]

"Master Serpent, I implore you, entreat you." The swaps to old Norse. "Take me, please? Use me, fill me. Even as you drain me."

[onceaviking]

Good choice that. Old Norse.

Eric sweeps him off his feet, and in the blink of an eye they're on the ground, a top Sinric's cloak. Sinric is on his belly and Eric is atop him, pressing again him, kissing his neck.

[thewidewideworld]

There's a sudden and genuine moment of shock as Sinric finds himself sprawling on his cloak. But once that moment passes, he's spreading his legs and pressing back against Eric.

[onceaviking]

Yes.

Oh yes.

Eric growls and presses deep, biting down on Sinric's neck again.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moans, high and sweet, his warm body enveloping Eric fang and manhood alike. He clenches, pushing back under Eric, mewing words of encouragement in old Norse.

[onceaviking]

They seem to work alright.

Eric snarls delightedly and increases his pace.
And the pull of his mouth.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric's a little thing who can't lose that much blood before he starts to get weak. He mews like a kitten, starting to float a little with pleasure and blood loss.

[onceaviking]

Yes. It's a shame, that.

Eric drinks a little more and then he starts licking his wounds closed, s lowish g his pace and changing the angle of his thrusts.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric whimpers as Eric's thrust strike him just so. He clenches tight, feeling his peek building slowly.

[onceaviking]

Eric nuzzles his warm skin and growls welly in his ear, forgetting perhaps that it's Jay that tends to enjoy that sort of thing.

Or maybe he just enjoys doing it

[thewidewideworld]

It has a slightly different effect on Sinric - less of a spike of desire and more of an involuntary flinch away from the sound.

[onceaviking]

To a vampire, that's not actually a bad reaction.

Eric kisses him with bloody lips. Some of the blood is his own.

[thewidewideworld]

It takes Sinric a moment to understand and return the kiss, tasting the iron tang of blood on his tongue as it starts to heal and renew him.

[onceaviking]

It's nice.
Kissing.

Eric's hips still as he deepens the kiss.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric's don't. If anything, he pushes back all the more eagerly as he returns the kiss. Not that the fear of the growl has passed.

[onceaviking]

And Eric is in a good mood tonight.
If kitten wants a good shaking, well -

[thewidewideworld]

Kitten wants to cum. Which isn't always so easy for him. However the blood is helping. Making him sensitive, making him feel.

[onceaviking]

And there are still traces left on Eric's lips when he kisses him again.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric kisses back with a rough little moan, feeling his skin tingle with sensitivity. The wool and fur against his naked flesh. The cold of the snow where his fingers curled and clutched at the edges of his cloak. His little snail of a manhood, full and throbbing. So close, so close.